- Valera! - not paying attention to George, Taratorila Lyubaha - And they need to be washed?

- Not! - hastily answered Valera - White doesn't wash, They need to be sorted, and without cutting, strung on a string and hang out.

- And where?

- Better where there is no sun. Another would be to cover something like a gauze so that the flies do not sit down. This wall - Valera patted the wall of the veranda without a window - would fit.

- It is necessary to ask Vary's woman - and Lyubaha went into the house.

- I'll go - George stepped to the gate - we must also replace the bed.

- Yes, wait! - Vadim stopped him - Right now we will be frying your mushrooms. With potatoes!

- Chief! I have already said about the bed, the director. He said what he would say to Aunt Shure. Aunt Shura has already replaced. I went, checked. Chief, do not be offended at me, he, too, got! Baba Varya allowed. Let's split up: two whites are sorted out, two are washing mushrooms for frying and digging potatoes, and melt the fifth bath! I am going over the whites! - she raised her hand.

- I'll go to the bathhouse to cook! - Vadim raised his hand

- Let's do this, Georgie and I will dig up potatoes, sort out mushrooms and hang for drying, and come to you, help peel potatoes and fry with mushrooms - suggested Valera, Lyubaha with Tanya.

Lyubah looked at Valera, then at Tanya

- I agree! - Tanya raised her hand.

Georgy returned to the hotel somewhere around eight. Vadim and Valera remained to take a steam bath.

A woman was sitting on his bed and leafed through a book.

- Hello! Margarita - she smiled, and jabbed a finger into the book, asked - Is there love here?

- There is!

He recognized the woman. It was one of the dairymaids in the barn, to whom he popularized about cattle stables. The one that answered. In a colorful dress, in red shoes and a scarf, thrown over her shoulders, she looked almost beautiful. Rustic beauty.

Georgy noticed that the woman’s lips were not made up and her eyebrows were not drawn.

On the bed, Vitali lay, folded in a pile, bed linen.

George sat on Vovin bed.

- And your neighbors - Margaret turned her eyes towards the room of the drivers - They are where?

- Yes, they sleep off, probably, if not in the bath

She shook her head - Not in the bath

- They arrived at almost one o'clock yesterday, and today they worked half a day. Are sleeping!

Margarita got up and sat on the bed, next to George - And Raiska likes you. She buzzed all your ears ...

Her yellow, flecked eyes, mockingly and shamelessly, examined him.

“Has she offered yet?”

- What? - George was surprised

- In the village stay! - Margo snickered. - What are you thinking about? She grinned, embarrassing him.

The door creaked and Kostya came out of the drivers room.

“Well, come on, Margo?”

Margarita got up and, throwing up Kostya on the arm, threw it - And this will offer! But you are more careful with her. We are in the cinema. Goodbye.

They were already on the landing when Sandro left the room and called Kostya.

- One moment. Wait outside

Kostya is back

- Kostya, I told you: do not mess with this woman!

- Yes, she hangs herself, Sandro. Yes, we are in the movies and then to the disco. I will not be her ...

- Last summer, a little before the fight did not come! And all because of her! Her husband is sitting for murder! Test, her father, killed! And Pasha, there is such a cousin of her husband, looking after her. Watch

- Come on, Sandro! I said, we go to the cinema, but we can’t stay at the disco.

Kostya braced, but George saw - scared.

- Well look. I warned.

Sandro returned to the room, and Kostya, with a wink at George, went out.

...

Ten years ago, two days before the New Year

- Hello, Uncle Maxim. Folder, what are you doing here, again the mother will swear!

- It will not be, daughter! Are you from school?

- Yes, Dad, that's it! Tomorrow holidays. Hooray!

- Bride! - Maxim was looking at Ritka.

- And your younger, Genka, how long is he?

Maxim averted his eyes from Margarita - Spring will come

- Here is the groom! Ritka, let's sack you for Genk. He will come from the army, you will finish school!

- Yes, I do not want vzamuzh, folder! I'll open the window, air out

Rita went to the table and reached for the window.

Maxim looked at the girl and drunk, lustful thoughts,

troubled mind.

- Dad, I go to the farm, try to nurse?

- Go daughter. Riit!

- What dad? - she returned

- Bring us cucumbers. Those that Nurse in a barrel, with cabbage.

- Right now, dad!

- Come on, Max, for our children!

They clinked glasses. Fedor drank, and Maxim only sipped, and put the glass behind a jar of moonshine.

- Here, dad! - Ritka threw an aluminum cup with boiled vegetables and cabbage on the table - I went!

And throwing down a shawl, and shooting, yellow, speckled, Maxim's eyes, came out.

She returned in a quarter of an hour.

Father snored, buried in the table.

Maxim got up, swung - We ought to lay it

- I myself, Uncle Maxim! - Ritka threw the hand of her father on her shoulder, but could not tear her from the chair - Oh! Something heavy today ...

Together they lifted Fedor and dragged him to the sofa in the room. Fedor mumbled something incoherent, without waking up, but rearranged his legs.

- Ok - stretching the treuh and opening the door - I'll go

- I will close for you, Uncle Maxim! - Ritka jumped out into the passage.

Maxima was led and Ritka supported him.

Maxim, embracing the girl right, left, felt her!

- Oh! Oh! Uncle Maxim, what are you doing ?!

Ritke was sixteen years old and she lost her a year ago. Oikala for sight, feeling hip, movement in the pants of a man. Her pussy was itching, and Ritka herself pressed her belly and chest.

- Mother will not come?

- Nah! They are already gulevanyat. New year meet

- Well, where are we? Bath heated?

- Stoked

They went out on the porch.

- You close the door, and then wake up, but will come out yet

- Do not wake up. Till morning now

- Shut up!

Ritka returned to the hall behind the lock, and threw the bar up, thrust the tongue of the lock into the bracket.

The bath was warm and dry. It smelled of smoke, birch broom, tar and soap.

Ritka locked the front door on the hook ... a man grabbed the girl in an armful, and lifting her hands, put them on the upper shelves ... undressing with shaking hands, tugging off her clothes, and throwing off her padded jacket, crawled onto the shelves himself, and parted Ritkin’s legs, knelt between them ...

Ritka hit the chill ...

Maxim was a fucking boy, known throughout the district. The women said that he had mistresses in Novomikhaylovka, in neighboring Mikhaylovka, and even in the regional center.

The man pulled his pants off, and when he pulled off his underpants, heavy and large, he rocked and touched Ritkin’s belly near the navel.

Ritka started!

- Do not be afraid! I'm careful ...

- I am nnnn-not bebebebeboyusya - I smacked Ritka's teeth, but at the very, breathing breathed!

He stuck his fingers into the gap between his lips and led up and down ... the introitus was wide - Normally ... stand it ... - he muttered, attaching his pussy to his pussy, and slowly, with pushes, pushing it into the vagina ... that they pull her up like a kapron stocking on a thick thigh ... he froze, and she grabbed her mouth and could not inhale ... "No breathing, no punch!" ... just now, through her pussy, she understood the meaning of this saying. .. he began to pull the shaft out of her pussy, and it seemed to Ritke that she was turned inside out ... he shoved and shoved into her, his huge joint And feeling the urethra jerks, pulled and jerked off on her ... sperm slap the abdomen, chest and even the face ...

Next time it will be nice - he said, wiping her underwear

Ritka lay, and could not relax.

- Moonshine bread! Let go - he patted her munk - Yes, wipe it, or wash it, and wash the pants!

But, next time, it turned out only on the eighth of March.

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